The assassin could tell that Danny was just trying to keep him from spying on the screen. That’s what any normal person would have done, considering there were tons of empty computers scattered throughout the room and Garrett decided to use the one right beside another student. He didn’t have an excuse, really, and he was glad nobody was curious enough to ask him why he chose that particular seat, but then again, who really cared about anything in Beacon Hills? Except for Scott McCall, of course.
Garrett knew temptation was bound to latch onto the other lacrosse player. Anyone would have been itching to steal a glance or two at their neighbor’s computer –––– in hopes of what? Finding something suggestive? Finding something interesting? It was a way of digging into someone’s personal bubble from a distance, and Garrett knew everyone had to give into inclination. Oh, and he was right. Soon enough, Danny was sneaking a small peek at the blond’s screen, and there really wasn’t much to see. He could have been researching his last murder, as usual. Though, it wouldn’t have been so obvious. Garrett read articles about the murders, about how the police said they had leads, when they really didn’t. He saw right through all the lies. The evidence was pathetic, and it was mostly just stuff that wasn’t easy to trace back. To anyone, it would have looked like he was just keeping himself updated on the news.
However, the other’s comment made him withdraw a scowl, but only for a few moments. While the essay was from the beginning of the year, the blond didn’t think too much of the noticeable mistakes he’d made in the document. Leaning forward again, Garrett’s eyebrows furrowed before he glanced at the citation Danny had been referring to. Don’t get him wrong, he was still a freshman. He didn’t know about school stuff as much as he did other things. And, citations? When were they ever going to help with his assassin career? Oh, right –––– NEVER.
He knew the comment wasn’t supposed to sound nice, but he could play along. Garrett was good at acting, after all. He’d spent the last seven years in a giant acting class. It was quite sad, actually, how easily the boy could come up with a totally new persona within seconds. Give him a whole week, and he could have a whole background for them set up without a second thought. It was sick, what he was put through as a kid, and what he was still going through, but it was the way things were. The way it’d always be.
While making a few small changes to the essay, the blond felt the consistent clicking of Danny closing out of a bunch of tabs. It was because of his presence, wasn’t it? Good. That meant he was doing something suspicious. It just gave Garrett more of a reason to investigate more on his new mission. This one, however, wasn’t exactly an official mission. It was one he’d made up himself, and thankfully, Violet agreed to go along with it, but she was leaving a lot of the work up to him while she continued on with the rest of the hit list.
He turned his attention towards the goalie’s screen after a moment, oceanic hues falling upon the photography blog presented to him. For a moment, he panicked. If his picture was out there, it’d be easier for cops to pin him down, especially full body shots. He glanced at his teammate for a moment before shrugged, his cool demeanor never faltering as he looked more at the pictures now.
❝ Those are really good, though. And, yeah, I don’t care. I wouldn’t mind seeing some. Do you have them here? ❞
He could always wipe the pictures of himself from the internet within a few weeks. That was the joy of all the technology provided to him for his… work. Acting like he was interested would get him everywhere, so he’d go with it for now, as always.
❝ –––– So, you’re just really into photography? ❞
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